Musings of an Incorrigible Writer

03/19/2016

Suffering from Netflix Malaise...

Suffering from Netflix/Hulu Malaise...it's a very common illness that comes over you when you've spent the last couple of weeks binge-watching 65 plus episodes of tv series only to come to the end of said series and be left with that anti-climatic feeling of "Now what the hell am I supposed to do with my life?"

For the next couple of aimless days you are left trolling Netflix/Hulu/Amazon for your next big binge. But it's not easy. Everything seems lame in comparison.

I tried to watch that new Apatow show LOVE, but could barely make it through the first episode! So boring. Will Arnett's FLAKED? I turned it off after six minutes. I just so don't care about two middle-aged white men walking and talking about nothing when we know it's really a show about cliched male fantasies, i.e. older losers somehow getting hot chicks, where women are seen merely as boobs, and objects of men's desire.

Then, I tried to go classic binge and called up the Dawson's Creek pilot but quickly remembered why I didn't watch it the first time around. I so don't care about the love lives of 15 year olds, plus, Pacey flirting with a "hot" teacher is super-creepy-child-molestory.

I'm sure I'll find something soon...but may have to give it some time...anything I start now would just be a rebound binge anyway, and prone to failure.